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    Speak clearly.  echo $newRAM;
    added Wed June 25 2003 at 1:25 AM
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    It used to bug me when I would make phonecalls and the person on the other end didn't speak any english. Of course, that's because I'm a bigot, and I think that if you're going to be living, working, and interacting in America, you should learn to speak English, simply so that there is more communication. But fine... I'm calling into their home, so I can't be too picky. For all I care, they can get upset because I don't speak Spanish. Doesn't hurt me at all.

    Now, what *really* gets me is when you have people picking up telemarketing jobs that don't speak clear english. Y'know, as a general rule of thumb, if I can barely understand you in person, you really shouldn't be soliciting sales over the phone. Sure, she seemed to be a sweet enough lady, and not to be racest or anything, but like most orientals she acted very proper. But I can only imagine the people on the other end of the phoneline trying to make sense of what she was saying. Not very surprisingly, she didn't get very many contacts.

    So if you're gonna live here, please learn the language (which she did, she did speak english, just not clearly). If you're gonna work here, please don't expect us all to work around your (often self-imposed) language barrier. And if you're gonna be a telemarketer, please speak clearly.

    Chasing Rainbows  echo $newRAM;
    added Wed June 25 2003 at 11:57 AM
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    Chasing rainbows in a land that was long ago stripped of any gold: no mines left, no pots in hidden crevices, no stray coins underneath the sand. Simply breadcrumbs strewn across the arid desert leading the wary follower this way and that.

    Trying to catch a leprachaun in a land where such creatures are whimsical fairy tales. No good luck charm to bring my fortune, no genie to grant my wishes, no fairy godmother to make it all better. Doesn't matter how many wrong people you talk to, if nobody can grant your desires.

    Searching for a good job seems to be getting more and more like searching for fantastical creatures in our mundane world. There's lots of pictures and signs that say they are real, but the more you give pursuit, the more futile it becomes. I'm too much of a student for real businesses. I'm not enough of a student for the university. I have years of valuable educational and service oriented experience, but I don't have "waiter" experience, so I can't get a job bringing people their food. I handle myself well on the phone, can work with computers like nobody's business, and can communicate with professionals in a professional manner, but I don't have experience as a "receptionist" or "secretary" so my applications receive a cursory glance before the position is given to the next person down the line.

    Now, I suppose that I'm just being to picky. I had a job at Circle K, but it was wrong on so many levels that I quit it. Of course, at the time that I gave them two weeks notice, I thought that I had a couple potential jobs. One by one, they have all proven to be mere shadows of rainbows: not even worth chasing, let alone following to the "pot of gold" at the end. I currently have a job at Pizza Hut, but I cut the hours way back because I was promised a job in "no sales telemarketing" making $2 an hour more than Pizza Hut. Turns out that they aren't paying as much as they thought, and the organization of the leads is a mess. I haven't refused the job yet, but I question if they are worth my time. I could probably walk into Wal-Mart and get a job within 3 days. To be perfectly hjonest, I don't know why I don't want to go back there. It just doesn't feel right. But that hardly seems an excuse when faced with complete unemployment. Sturner and Klein are always hiring telemarketers, but the pay isn't worth the suicidal tendencies that come with dealing with that horrible job.

    So for today, I chase rainbows. And hope. And pray that I might find one or two stray coins at the edge of a far-away galaxy.